weak × leafycynical

thirteen

Usted ve , no tengo la costumbre de convertir a las personas en la poesía antes de que me toquen
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Calvin feels sick, but he continues to grip onto Niall's shirt, his finger nails start digging into his shoulder. Since Niall was asleep, he could't feel the pressure from Calvin's tight hold. There's a pounding in his head, his pulse picking up speed as he tries his best to ignore it and just be happy with Niall. He lets out a strangled whimper, causing his boyfriend to shift on the bed and wrap his arm around Calvin's slim body, his hand against the small of his back. "Are you okay?" Niall whispers, his voice raspy from just waking up. Calvin bites his lip, stomach churning and he shakes his head. "Do you need anything?" Niall asks again, shifting back a bit on the bed.

Calvin stays quiet, and he sits up in the bed, pushing Niall's arms away from his body. Niall felt his heart drop a bit. They could hardly see each other, but Calvin could tell that Niall was hurt.

He's hurt him more times than he would like to admit, from months ago to hours prior. He regrets every single time it occurred. "No th-thanks. I still feel sick."

"You're always sick, love. Are you sure you're okay? Have you been to the doctor's or anything?"

"Yeah. But I'm fine. Promise. I just feel a little warm and stuff," Calvin lies, smiling although Niall couldn't see him well enough. Only the light from outside of the street lights and moon illuminated parts of the moon. Half of the bed could be made out clearly. "Here, I'll get you some water-"

"I'll go with you," Calvin mumbled. Niall nods and their hands find each other's so they can leave the room. The kitchen was more lit, Niall turned on the lights which nearly made Calvin topple over and groan quietly. Niall laughs. "You alright, babe?" He asks softly while getting a glass and filling it with cold water for Calvin.

"Totally, why wouldn't I be?"

"I mean, you're always sick. Might as well ask again," Niall says with a soft shrug. Calvin giggles while taking the glass from his boyfriend's hands. "Thanks."

"So since we're up, you wanna do anything?" Niall asks, smirking at Calvin who just blushes. "No, you pervert," Calvin says, smiling brightly. He almost forgets about the stomach and headache he had, until his hand unconsciously roams to his chest again.

"I was just messing with you. Would you wanna go with me and two of my friends for breakfast? There's this place by the beach that's really diner-like. It's really cool-"

"Um, actually. I was thinking about staying home today. Especially with this dumbass headache and all." He glances at Niall before taking another sip of the cold water.

Niall nods. "Oh- alright. Well."

"I would want to go- it's just- yeah."

"I get it. You want anything to eat?" Niall questions as he makes his way over to Calvin. He glances at his shaking hands, and takes the cup away from his grip. He sets it down on the counter and grips Calvin's soft hands in his own, lacing them together and leans down a bit too press a soft kiss to Calvin's forehead. Niall's lips linger against Calvin's skin for a moment of two before he pulls back. Their hands are at either side of themselves, swinging back and forth slowly as Calvin leans in for another kiss, his lips reluctantly meet Niall's for a loving kiss. He smiles.

This is what makes his life worth living.

Their hands move from each other's hold. Niall's hands move to Calvin's hips, gripping them tightly and pulling them closer together. Calvin pulls back, breathing deeply and staring at Niall.